My sister broke off her engagement to marry someone richer? My older sister married me and became in

That thin telegram felt incredibly heavy in Lu Qingshan's hands.

Every single character in the print was like a poisoned steel needle, piercing his eyes.

"The gift boxes were maliciously underpriced."

"The supply of goods has been cut off."

"The partner breached the contract."

"Return immediately."

These twelve short characters are all incredibly poignant.

Liu Dong stood to the side, not daring to even breathe loudly.

He could clearly feel a chill emanating from Lu Qingshan that made his hair stand on end.

It wasn't the cold of winter in the mountains and forests, but a murderous intent that could freeze to the bone.

"team leader……"

Liu Dong's lips trembled as he tried to say something to comfort her, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Lu Qingshan remained silent.

He simply gripped the telegram with astonishing force, his knuckles turning pale from the excessive pressure.

The thin piece of paper was crumpled into an ugly, wrinkled ball in his palm.

His worst fears came true.

He pushed Lin Xiulan to that treacherous provincial capital, thinking he had paved the way and planned everything.

But he forgot that even the most meticulous plan cannot withstand the wickedness of human nature.

A chilling and violent killing intent, which could no longer be suppressed, burst forth from his body.

The night wind atop the cliff seemed to freeze at that moment.

Liu Dong felt his breath catch in his throat, as if an invisible hand was gripping his throat. His legs went weak, and he almost knelt on the ground.

Just then, a withered yet warm hand gently rested on Lu Qingshan's shoulder.

"Impulsive measures won't solve the problem."

Zou Yuan's voice was calm, like a stream flowing in a valley, neither hurried nor slow.

A gentle internal force flowed through his palm into Lu Qingshan's body, calming his turbulent and violent blood pressure.

"You've practiced your 'Mountain Guardian Technique' for nothing?"

These words, like a sharp shout or a heavy hammer blow, struck Lu Qingshan's heart.

His body trembled, and the murderous intent that had almost overwhelmed him receded as if it had met its nemesis.

He abruptly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the bloodshot color had faded, replaced by a deep, unfathomable calm.

"Master, I..."

"Sit down." Zou Yuan withdrew his hand and pointed to a blue stone next to him.

Lu Qingshan took a deep breath, forced his stiff body to relax, and sat down as instructed.

He carefully unfolded and smoothed the crumpled paper on his knee.

His movements were slow and steady.

It felt as if what was being soothed was not a telegram, but rather one's own agitated heart.

"Price suppression, interception of goods, breach of contract."

Lu Qingshan looked at these words, his voice low and terrifying.

"This is not something one company could do."

"Someone orchestrated this whole thing to kill my wife in the provincial capital with one punch."

He looked up at Liu Dong.

"Who sent the telegram?"

"It was...it was my sister-in-law who had one of Scarface Liu's men, a guy named Monkey Three, send it. He said the situation was urgent, and he secretly went to the post office," Liu Dong quickly replied.

"Where is my sister-in-law?"

"Monkey Three said that his sister-in-law locked herself in the shop and wouldn't see anyone; she just wouldn't come back."

Lu Qingshan's heart was clenched again.

He knew Lin Xiulan's personality all too well.

They are outwardly gentle but inwardly strong; the more desperate the situation, the stronger their indomitable spirit becomes.

The fact that she hasn't come back means she hasn't given up yet and still wants to turn the situation around on her own.

That silly woman.

"Who is this person? Have you investigated?"

"Monkey Three said it seems to be a company in the provincial capital called 'Heilong Trading,' with a very powerful background and connections in both the legitimate and criminal worlds."

"Heilong Trading?" Lu Qingshan pondered the name, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

He had never heard of it.

But it is not important.

The key is the other party's methods. This combination of business tactics is precise and ruthless, something that ordinary thugs and hooligans could never devise.

There must be a master guiding this.

A name flashed through his mind in an instant.

Huichun Hall.

That mysterious "Eagle Head Gang".

Is it...

"Master," Lu Qingshan suddenly spoke, interrupting his thoughts, "I need to go down the mountain."

Zou Yuan looked at him and nodded, as if he had expected it.

"Go."

"Liu Dong!" Lu Qingshan stood up, his voice regaining its usual calm and decisiveness.

"Yes, Captain!" Liu Dong snapped to attention and immediately straightened his back.

"You go down the mountain right now, back to the forest farm, and tell Scarface Liu to gather all his best fighters and keep a close watch on the factory. Not even a fly can get in!"

"Then, fill up the gas tanks on those three Jiefang trucks and drive them to the intersection at the foot of the mountain to wait for me. I need to leave for the provincial capital before dawn!"

"yes!"

Having received the order, Liu Dong dared not delay in the slightest. He nodded heavily to Lu Qingshan and Zou Yuan, then turned and ran down the mountain path.

At the top of the cliff, only the master and his apprentice remained.

"Kid," Zou Yuan said.

"Master."

"With your skills, you're too aggressive and don't know how to conceal your abilities. Going to a place like the provincial capital will be both a blessing and a curse," the old man said slowly, gazing at the distant, dark mountains.

"Disciple understands."

"You don't understand anything," Zou Yuan retorted without any politeness. "If you really understood, you wouldn't have let your woman venture into that dangerous place alone."

Lu Qingshan fell silent.

He was indeed wrong.

He thought that giving Lin Xiulan a stage and resources was doing her a favor.

But they forgot how many man-eating beasts lurked beneath that stage.

"Take it."

Zou Yuan turned around and walked back to the thatched hut. A moment later, he took out several packages wrapped tightly in oil paper and stuffed them into Lu Qingshan's arms.

The package wasn't large, but it was quite heavy.

"Inside here are three wild ginseng plants that are over eighty years old, and two pieces of aged Tai Sui."

Lu Qingshan was shocked.

Any one of these items would be a priceless treasure on the market.

"Master, this is too precious."

"Nonsense." Zou Yuan glared. "In the provincial capital, people value money and personal connections. Sometimes, these things are more effective than money when money can't solve things."

"Your wife's biggest mistake this time was probably losing out on connections. Take these things with you; give them away if you want, or exchange them for cash if you need to. Don't be stingy."

The old man patted him on the shoulder.

"Go."

"Your battlefield isn't just in these mountains. Remember, while you're guarding the mountains, you must first guard your own home."

"I'll watch over this mountain for you for now."

These last words, like a warm current, instantly flowed through Lu Qingshan's entire body.

He knew that this was his master's greatest recognition of him and his strongest support.

Lu Qingshan said no more. He took a step back and bowed deeply to Zou Yuan.

There were no words, but everything was conveyed.

He straightened up, turned around, and did not hesitate at all.

He unleashed his newly learned movement technique, his entire being resembling a cheetah that had been poised for a long time. With a few leaps, he disappeared down the mountain path.

As the mountain wind blew by, the peace and tranquility in his eyes were long gone.

Instead, a fierce storm is about to sweep through the provincial capital.

……

Meanwhile, in the provincial capital.

Night had fallen, and there were hardly any pedestrians on the streets.

The shop selling "Xiushan Fine Mountain Products" appeared unusually deserted.

Lin Xiulan sat alone behind the counter, looking at the stack of returned orders in her hand. She stubbornly bit her lip, her eyes red, but she didn't let a single tear fall.

Just then, a black Volga sedan silently stopped in front of the shop.

The car door opened.

A well-dressed, slicked-back middle-aged man stepped out of the car.

He looked up at the signboard that read "Xiushan Premium Mountain Products" and a disdainful smile appeared on his lips.

Then, he dusted off non-existent dust from his body and walked straight toward the shop's door.